As you well know, the usual things apply.
This is my sequel to my other D/X fic - Dawn's Hero. It is post-BtVS; so
it is obviously AU.
You may or may not know that this is my second version of Fruition. I
really liked how the piece started out but as I continued I felt like I was
losing track of Dawn and Xander's characters. I thought to myself - it's
your show (for once) just change it and so I have begun again. The story
will be similar but hopefully cleaner and clearer.
Premise - Dawn and Xander find out more than they wanted to know about the
Key and its implications about their future.
Let me know what you think, especially if you read Dawn's Hero or Fruition
Chapter 1 - Seattle
She is desperately trying to finish this last chapter but the colorful
umbrellas outside in the gray drizzle continue to capture her attention.
There is something so soothing about the rain. Especially when you're
curled up all cozy and warm.
The window seat is probably her favorite spot in the whole house with its
overstuffed chintz cushions and its view of the street below. With a good
cup of tea and her mom's old afghan, she could stay here all afternoon.
Without thought, she weaves her fingers through the holes in the afghan
just like she did when she was a little girl. When Willow gave her the
blanket last Christmas, she couldn't believe it. She had long ago resigned
herself to the fact that they had all lost so much that day - that the
material objects just couldn't factor into the grief she felt - still
feels. Mourning childhood toys and yearbooks seemed a little trite when
people were dead.
But when she opened the package, the rush of home was bittersweet and
instantaneous. She keenly remembered holding the black and purple knit up
to her face and actually inhaling her mother's scent. Willow explained
that she had checked out all the reasons not to - before deciding to pull
something out of the past for everybody. What had she said - 'something to
hold on to"? Giles had thought it would be OK but he probably just didn't
give a damn at this point.
It seemed like - careful or not - bad things would invariably happen. So,
you might as well walk under all the ladders that you please and if you
feel like it, break mirrors every day of the week. Good and bad rained
down at random - or perhaps not? Anyhow, the grand plan is a lot bigger
than she could ever hope to see from her little perch. She learned a long
time ago to grab the good with both hands and fight like hell to keep it.
Back to The Fountainhead - why on earth did she decide to take Mid-
Twentieth Century Classics 305? It seemed like a good idea way back in
April when she registered. Oh well, she's been through worse things! What
an understatement, she thinks.
She jumps at the sound of the jigsaw coming from upstairs. No matter how
many times she hears it, it still grates on her nerves. Again, there are
worse things - and the good things that come from the things that Xander
makes with his hands provide them with this nice, cozy life where she
really doesn't have to worry about money or demons or anything like that.
OK, sometimes, she kind of misses that living on the edge feeling but not
After that Sunnydale was swallowed up, they had all stuck together for a
time. Ultimately ending up at Kennedy's parents' house in the Hamptons.
It was huge and empty since her parents were in Italy for the entire
summer. For a couple weeks, it seemed like they all just slept and then,
slowly, real life called. Faith and Wood left together - to only God knows
where. Many of the girls went back to their homes. A few stayed, sticking
close to Giles and Buffy.
Giles spent hours and hours on the phone before finally flying back to
London. Her relationship with Xander had slowly come out in the open that
summer so when Buffy, Willow and the remaining Slayers joined Giles, it was
kind of understood that she and Xander would stay back.
The Watchers Guild had practically unlimited resources and in the end,
Giles was the headman. He quickly begin to reshape the Guild into
something more useful to the multiple of slayers on the horizon. Buffy and
Willow fell into his plan comfortably.
In the late spring of 2004, Buffy awoke one morning to find a newly human
Spike on her doorstep. By noon that day they had eloped to Scotland and by
Christmas there were twin nephews on the way. Both working for Giles, they
had settled into an alarmingly domestic routine.
Yes, it all seemed to fall into place. Once they were alone, they realized
that they could do whatever they pleased. Eventually that meant, buying
this loft in Seattle with space to live and to work. Xander had started
making furniture just to stay busy but it had fast turned into an art form.
He had a wait list of several years for some of his pieces. Even
Hollywood types were waiting for hutches and coffee tables! Xander would
often joke about how the whole coffee table thing started.
After being a bum for a good while, she had started college. Xander could
care less if she even finished but now, she was a semester away from her BA
in Comparative Literature.
Giving up on the book, she rises, it was about time for dinner anyway.
Time to pull Xander away from his work and see about getting some food.